Jack waits on the shore
With a compass in his hand
His heart is lost at sea
And he has no cares for land
White salt circles on his skin
Cracking, cracking, glittering
White, white birds are circling
Crying: "why you still waiting?"
Jack waits on the shore
With a compass in his hand
His heart is lost at sea
And he has no cares for land
There's sand in the crescents of his nails
His mouth is filled with sand
And is it sand that brings saltwater to his eyes?
Is it sand that brings saltwater to his eyes?
Jack waits on the shore
With a compass in his hand
His heart is lost at sea
And he has no cares
The roaring of the sea fills up his ears
Jack is listening for something that he never hears
And he sings "oh your song has sunk a thousand sails
So why did you guide me home through the gales?"
Jack waits on the shore
With a compass in his hand
He turns towards the sea
He turns away from land
